The Actual Death of Rats

[akirlu]

Contrary to whatever you may have heard from Terry Pratchett, the Death of Rats is fluffy, green-eyed, unkempt, with black-and-mahogany guard hairs and a fuzzy, grayish undercoat. The Death of Rats lives with me.

Tinka was put out at being left home alone all weekend. She's been dubious about the cat tuna ever since we got home, and around midnight last night I opened the front door in response to plaintive kitty wails to find a glossy, medium-sized rat -- easily a third to half of Tinka's own mass -- laid out neatly on the welcome mat, its eyes still dewy and clear, like very fresh fish.

The good news, if you can call it that, is that Tink continues to be a good ratter. The less good news is that there are rats to be had. I really must have a chat with the rental office about more frequent garbage collection.

Comments

[shelleybear.livejournal.com]

supergee Once related the story of a cat he had many years ago.
Apparently Wizard was a superb hunter.
He would prowl the streets, alleys and backyards with the sole purpose of bringing home prey.
Arthur would meed him at the door and he (Wizard) would drop the dead animal at his feet.
Prompting Arthur to look at the cat and say:
"Wizard, a dead bird! You shouldn't have. You really shouldn't have!"